CHAPTER XII
ANOTHER!
"I shall never, never forgot your generosity, John."
"No, Mary. It was your honesty and courage that did it."
"I told Mr. Ellerton the whole story, and he seemed positively astonished."
"And Miss Bellairs admitted that when she wrote she considered such a tiling utterly impossible. She"s changed a little, Mary. She"s not so cheerful and light-hearted as she used to be."
"Think what she"s gone through. I"ve noticed just the same in Mr.
Ellerton, but--"
"You hope to restore him soon?"
"Oh, well, I expect Miss Bellairs--what a pretty girl she is, John--will soon revive too, now she is with you again. John, have; you observed anything peculiar in Aunt Sarah"s manner?"
"To tell you the truth, I fancied she was rather short with me once or twice at dinner."
"I believe she is--isn"t pleased at--at what"s happened. She hasn"t taken much to Mr. Ellerton, and you know she liked you so much, that I think she still wants you as one of the family."
John laughed: then he leant forward and said in a low voice:
"Have you settled anything about dates?"
"No. Mr. Ellerton--well he didn"t introduce the subject: so of course I didn"t. Have you?"
"No, we haven"t. I made some suggestion of the kind, but Miss Bellairs didn"t fall in with it. She won"t even let me ask her father"s consent just yet."
"Mr. Ellerton proposes not to announce our--anything--for a few days."
"Well," said John, "I shall insist on an announcement very shortly, and you ought to do the same, Mary. We know the evils--" He checked himself, but Mary was not embarra.s.sed.
"Of secret engagements?" she said calmly. "We do indeed."
"Besides it"s a bore. I couldn"t go with Miss Bellairs to the theatre to-night, because she said it would look too marked."
"Yes, and Mr. Ellerton said that if he dined here he might as well announce our engagement from the statue of Strasburg."
John frowned, and Mary perceiving the bent of his thoughts ventured to say, though with a timid air unusual to her:
"I think they"re the least little bit inconsiderate, don"t you, John--after all we have done for them?"
"Well, I don"t mind admitting that I do feel that. I do not consider that Miss Bellairs quite appreciates the effort I have made."
Mary sighed.
"We mustn"t expect too much of them, must we?" she asked.
"I suppose not," John conceded; but he still frowned.
When we consider how simple the elements of perfect happiness appear to be, regarded in the abstract, it becomes surprising to think how difficult it is to attain them in the concrete. A kind magician may grant us all we ask, may transport us whither we would go, dower us with all we lack, bring to us one desired companion after another, but something is wrong. We have a toothache, or in spite of our rich curtains there"s a draught, or the loved one haps not to be at the moment congenial: and we pitifully pray the wizard to wave his wand again. Would any magician wave his for these four troublesome folk? It must be admitted that they hardly deserved it.
Nevertheless a magician was at work, and, with the expiration of the next night, his train was laid. At eleven o"clock in the forenoon of Friday, Roger Deane had a final interview with the still hesitating Painter.
"But if the police should come, Sir Roger?" urged the fearful man.
"Why, you"ll look a fool, that"s all. Isn"t the figure high enough?"
"Most liberal, Sir Roger, but--but it will alarm my wife."
"If you come to that, it"ll alarm my wife."
"Very true, Sir Roger." Painter seemed to derive some comfort from this indirect community of feeling with the aristocracy.
"It"ll alarm everybody, I hope. That"s what it"s for. Now mind--2.30 sharp--and when the coffee"s been in ten minutes. Not before! I must have time for coffee."
"Very good, Sir Roger."
"Is the ladder ready?"
"Yes, Sir Roger."
"And the what"s-its-name?"
"Quite ready, Sir Roger."
"Let"s see it."
It was inspected and p.r.o.nounced satisfactory. Then Roger Deane set out to return to his hotel, murmuring contentedly:
"If that don"t make up their minds for "em, I don"t know what will."
Then he paused suddenly.
"Gad! Will the women have hysterics?" he asked, but in a moment he added, rea.s.suring himself, "Maud never has, and, hang it, we must chance the rest."
Arrived at home he found Arthur Laing kicking his heels in the smoking-room.
"Lunching with you to-day, ain"t I, somewhere in the Palais-Royal?"
asked the visitor.
"Yes, some place the General"s found out. Look here, Laing, are you a nervous man?"
"Nervous! What do you take me for?"